#snz writing

[snzgay]

In Need of Care

Ok! Trying something new because I wanna and I'm inspired. This is derived a lot from audio roleplay scripts and some absolutely awesome posts by @sky-snz who's writing is INCREDIBLE!

Key for readers and maybe if someone voices this (a gal can dream)

"text" character lines, speaking, character sounds

*asterisks* SFX and not vocal character sounds

(parenthesis) specific direction for how to deliver certain lines

(...) listener speaking

Bold emphasis

Italics optional additional effects

Script is fully gender neutral, speakers default tone is quite surly and snippy, speaker does not seem to like the listener very much.

Script:

Office noise

*knock knock knock*

(congested voice muffled by door) "ugh, combe id."

Door opening and closing

(subdued distain) "*sigh* what is it you ndeed this ti- Oh it's you."

(Distain becomes less subdued) "What do you wandt? Id case you havnd't ndoticed I'mb a bit-*snrF* a bit busy."

(...)

"'yOu ShOuLdN't Be HeRe WhIlE yOu'Re SiCk' Yeah well ndewsflash sundshide I ndever-hh..*snf* I ndever ahsked for...f-forh-..heh..hEh! He'AATChiEWWwW! -For your opidiond."

*wipes nose with their sleeve*

"ngh*snrk*...."

(pause)

"...what?"

(...)

(voice raised)"-! I kndow that!-*coughing**gasp*-aASHieWW!..-hih-hiH-hIH-hiAShHOOO!!"

"*snRf*-ugh...*ahem* I kndow that. Do you really thidk I'mb ndot paindfully aware of how mbuch of a 'mbess' ,as you so tactfully put it; I amb?"

"The last thigg I wadt is to be seen-*scrubs their nose with the cuff of their coat, grumbling with frustration at the persistent tickle* snduffligg ad scrubbigg at mby ndose with the sleeve of mby blazer; I simbply have ndothigg else to use."

"I-*snff* rad out of tissues a few hours ago. So ndow I-...I..hhh'iEShieWWw!!-heEySCHOO'oo!! UgH!! I'mb just stuck here, scrubbigg mby ndose raw with mby cuffs undtil all this idnferdal paperwork is sorted, because I amb the only ode who does adythigg id this endtire buiLDI-!!*harsh coughing*"

*more coughing*

*coughing peters to a stop, followed by a hoarse and exhausted groan*

(lowers their head down onto their arms, utterly drained of energy)

(defeated, talking more to themselves than the to the listener)"...why amb I eved telligg you this? It's ndot like it mbakes a difference...*snrfl*Hell, givend how I treat you, I would't be surprised if the reasod you have't left already is because seeigg mbe suffer ambuses you.*snf*"

(sits back up after a moment)

*deep crackly sigh* "Just go away, I dod't have the timbe to entertaid you with mby mbisery." *Wipes nose with sleeve again*

Footsteps towards the speaker, soft rusling of fabric

(...)

"GrrwhAT?! Did't I just tell you t-huh?"

(listener offers something) "...oh umb...a hadkerchief. You're...you're givigg this to mbe?

(hesitant and nervous, almost suspicious) "...Tha-thadk you...I-I'll just-hh juhst-huhh..huH-hAH!-"

(cups the cloth over their nose and mouth) "HAtShHEeWWw!!! Hah..eH-EH-eEH'ShiiEwW!-eKshieW!"

"hOgod-EKSheW! Icad't-huh-'HuStCHIEeww!!!"

(briefly lowers kerchief) "ndeedto-*snK*hh*sRnk*...hEHK-*harsh noseblow*!...euhh..."

Paper flipping

(exhausted but a little less congested)"*snf* ugh, what are you doing now?"

(..?)

(confused)"Yes, those are the papers I need to get through. Why?"

(...)

(confused) "you can do...(Realization) WhAt?!-*cough cough, ahem* what??"

(...)

"you'd...do themb for mbe?(Hesitant to hope) Like fill themb out individually with all the proper information ad scan them ad-ad mbake sure they each get sent to the correct people in proper order ad...why?"

(...)

"Because I'mb sick and I should go rest...why do you care?? You don't owe mbe anythigg, ad I've been ndothigg but *snf* rude ad hostile since you eh-entehred -ehHshYoo!"

(...)

(relenting)"Alright alright fide, it's all yours! Guess that means I cad..leave?"

(...!)

"yes yes 'go hombe ad rest' I heard you the first tibe, I'm goigg just let me grab mby thiggs."

Gathering stuff

Walking, door opening

"...hey, uh....*ahem* thadk you."

(...^^)

"-!...okseeyoumondaybye!"

Door closes

(muffled through the door) "-xTshOo!"

The end!

Pt2

[hehkshew]

I have this prompt idea:

Vox, having been around Valentino and Velvette, insists he’s fine and is not going to catch whatever cold ridden illness that they have. But by the end of the week, he’s now showing symptoms just as much as they were. Valentino smirks as Vox finally admits defeat. The three of them, Vel and Val now recovering slowly, resign themselves to a week together, each one blaming the other for starting it.

[Out Of Service] (H/azbin H/otel) V/ox, V/elvette, and V/alentino [1300 Words]

This week, it felt as if everything had been going wrong. The entire past few days had been fully manic. Even more so than the way it typically was. There were employees around every corner, worrying as they tried to keep up with the increased work load and requests.

Why they were all suddenly so panicked? Because it just so happened that two of three were bored. And when they were bored, shit got tense fast.

There was a lot to do and a lot to manage and to keep up with it, there was no time to get distracted. 

Which was why if Vox had half a mind he would’ve turned around, at the first sounds of a hacking cough. But he didn’t. 

Valentino laid sprawled across out on the couch, sunglasses hazardously laying dropped on the floor in the path of any unfortunate unfocused sinner who’d undoubtedly step on them. He looked pathetic, no trace of cocky appearance he usually displayed.

Other side of the couch Velvette looking pissed and utterly wrecked as she tiredly scrolled through her phone. Eyes half lidded, groaning quietly. 

He should’ve probably assumed that after hearing the sound of coughing ongoing randomly the past two hours.

They looked exhausted.

Val’s eyes drifted tiredly, widening a little as he pushed himself up with a smirk. Sniffling as he purred, voice a little too rough than normal.

“Amorcito!” He called low, grin widening as he blinked slow. The eye bags were practically visible from here, “I didn’t think you’d come, Baby.” He mused, Velvette glancing up from her phone before glancing away, sinking deeper into the blankets. “I feel awful.”

Vox narrowed his eyes slightly, eyebrows creasing as he breathed out, “Oh please, Val. You can handle a little cold.”

Valentino dramatically groaning as if he’d been betrayed, back of his hand to his forehead, which was noticeably sweating. “Ugh, heartless, Voxxy. Absolutely heartless.”

Velvett made a noise of annoyance, sniffling as she sunk deeper into her blankets, snapping her head down as she stifled a harsh sneeze into the blankets.

“Oh for Hell’s sake,” Vox groaned, making the gesture of pinching his screen, “Don’t tell me you’re sick too.”

Velvette only sniffled, shooting daggers as she spoke. Voice sounding more broken then Valentinos, grabbing a tissue box. One in one of those stupidly fancy cases as she chucked it at Valentino’s head, the moth making a pained “Oww..” whine.

“It’s his fault, I feel like shit.”

Val barking out a laugh, one that dissolved into a coughing fit, the sound rattling in his chest. “Doll, you did not get this from me. You were coughing before I was”

“This is totally all his fault, fucking infected everyone and now hes gonna make you miserable too.” She snapped, only half serious. rolling her eyes as she slumped deeper into the couch.

Vox scoffed somewhat amusedly at the two.

“I at least have a decent antivirus system.” That’s something he pointed out a lot, his excuse to work through things, something the two couch ridden overlords tried not to groan at, Vox shooting a glare back. “Unlike you two, I don’t get sick.”

Valentino coughed, sitting up as he hit at his chest, clearing his voice as he sniffed sharply, humming with almost a look of challenge. “We didn’t expect to get sick either Mi amado.”

“I’m not gross.” Vox challenged, ducking as Velvette threw the nearest object near her towards Vox’s head. “And I’m more efficient, I’m built to handle this.” He snapped.

The two weren’t convinced, Vox groaning as he stormed out and left. A look towards each other as if they knew.

“I don’t get sick.” He muttered. Something he continued to tell himself.

It was nearing the end of the week, and it was safe to say that something had changed.

Vox wasn’t uncaring, he’d been there. For them! Bringing them stuff every hour or so, a routine most likely used in a prison more than a caring nurse sort of way, but he was there every hour for a check in. To make sure they hadn’t died, or whatever.

They were still sick of course, but it wasn’t as bad now. That was… An improvement, and it was good!

And everything was fine…! And maybe he might’ve felt a little sluggish, and even when it was dead silent he could hear the sound of buzzing in his ears. But those were just quirks! Definite normal stuff he always had.

Computer shit!  

He tensed, screen flickering as he faltered. Lowering the clipboard he’d been holding, head snapping down harshly as he sneezed. Spark of electricity shooting as it zapped, wincing as the lights in the penthouse went out for just a moment. 

That was the downside about all of this, everytime that happened. It tended to affect anything electronic, and Much to Valentino and Velvette’s misery, their devices were no exception.

Inhaling sharply again as a second one overcame him. 

 “Hhh-HHK̴̬͉̬̮̗̝̓̑̕ͅS̴̜̥̞̰̟̈́̿̊̎̋͒̃̄̽ͅͅͅZ̶̮͓̬̗̣̝͗̃̀Z̴̧̠̫͙͔̬̲̦͕̣̋͘͜T̴̩̠̀͆̀̚!̷̧̡͈̖̗͇͓͇̳̏͆͠!!”

A surge of static zapping as another blue spark zapped, this time hitting Valentino in the chest. Moth Demon giving a sharp yelp as he involuntarily wrapped his wings around himself, an undignified tumble off of the couch.

“Voxxy, the fuck!” Valentino yelled, gray smoke rising from the zap in his jacket. Velvett pulling herself back as she brought her knees to her chest, intent on avoiding by being zapped by any of that.

“Not sick, huh?” Unamused, twinge of a grimace on her face as she watched his screen short circuit. 

“I’m not– hHHK̶̊̋͐̒̿͊͂́͜S̶̨̪̭͖̙̩̠̜̹̓̌ͅH̴̟̯̗̄ͅŹ̸̢͕̰̙̱̖̦͔Z̴̢͓͍̲͉̈͐̀̒Ţ̸̥͕̮̎̔!!” This time, the lights in the entire penthouse immediately blacking out into darkness.

“Yeah, real convincing.”

Vox groaned, looking as flustered as his expression was able to manage, arms crossed over himself as he pointedly ignored the inspecting looks he was receiving. Even he couldn’t argue against this one. Huffing as his screen glowed duller.

He did feel fucking wrecked.

With a heavy sigh, he slumped against the kitchen counter. “Fine. Fine. I have a cold.”

“Told you,” Velvette hummed, sniffling pleased to be right. She was always right.

“Welcome to the club Baby.” Val grinned widely, lifting his wing and blanket as invitation for Vox to join them under it. “Surprise, Tesoro. You’re not invincible.”

Vox shot him a withering glare, muttering as it lacked its sharpness. “Shut up.”

And with the admittance of all of them feeling horrible, they could feel horrible together. Remaining time being spent huddled together. And that’s how it was the next few days.

Arguments over who was worse, arguments over each other hogging blankets and arguments starting after every sneeze from Vox short circuited another one of their electronics.

“I can’t believe Velvette got us all sick.” Valentino muttered, biting back his grin as she sat up pissed off, Vox groaning as he pulled a pillow over his screen, knowing the argument to ensue.

“Me?! It was you, you were the one coughing over fucking everything. And I wash my hands constantly. Unlike you with both your fucking gross men piss fingers.” Grimacing with a shooted glare, burying further into them despite it.

Vox groaned, “Does it even matter? We’re all suffering now because one of you idiots couldn’t not be walking disease.”

Velvette sniffled weakly, head laid against Vox’s lap. “Let’s all just agree to blame Vox for electrocuting us every time he has a fit.”

Vox glared embarrassed, preparing to move up from the couch and leave. “I’m going to bed.” Valentino stopping him as he pulled him back down.

“Ah, ah, ah. You’re stuck with us.”

And he didn’t have room to argue, blinking tiredly as the movie on the screen began to play. The three watching with various levels of exhaustion. 

And it was nice.

“Hhh.. Hih.. hḰ̴̼Z̵̮̎Z̴̠͙̾H̷͇͊ͅT̵̪̔̽!̷̹̐̀” 

Velvette’s phone buzzing and flashing before going dead.

“Dammit Vox!” Velvette groaned, dropping the broken device onto the carpet.

“Whoops,” For the first time all day, barking out a laugh.

With the movie playing, they couldn't help the exhaustion overtaking them. Slowly breathing as they began to fall asleep, and for the first in a long time, together they could rest.

[dreamingroleplayer]

Thanks for existing plant girls/dryads who are covered in flowers and constantly release bursts of pollen, petals and allergens.

Thanks for existing women with long hair who feel to need to flip and toss it around and at people all the time.

Thanks for existing cuddly kitsune/catgirls with little concept of personal space and keen on shoving their ticklish tails in people's faces.

Thanks for existing women obsessed with makeup who can't help but accidentally spray their perfume or setting dusts in their partner's nose.

A sincere thanks to all of you, you are a fundamental part of humankind as a society and I'll always be the first to absolutely fold for you like mess I am 🫡

[stargazersnz]

So! This was a birthday present for @dr-ground-zero and they said that I could share it here! So to the anon who asked for more content, here’s something to tide you over! In my mind this was like a part 1 to ways of persuasion so yeah!

CW- sneeze, slight mention of spray.

The seas were mostly calm, waves slowly forming with little rises up and down. It had been awfully quiet recently with very little sign of the God himself, possibly for good reason. A cold front had washed across the waters where Poseidon had been residing and this of course affected him greatly. He was a cold, shivering, snivelling mess, not to mention the very thing he controlled and lived in had been beginning to irritate his nose due to this.

Rising from the water Poseidon stood tall, his waist height equalling, if not challenging, the size of a ship's mast. His chest would rise and fall unevenly, bringing up his water logged arm to brush his hair out of his face with a slight flourish to it his nose began to twitch. The God of the Seas would run his other hand under it, attempting to quell the ever growing itch which seemed to refuse to leave him be, this was with little success of course. Rather it seemed to be pushing it further to the edge of his nose, possibly the droplets of water which would be pushed into his nose with each pathetic sniffle to stop the clear liquid from daring to drip out like a droplet into the ocean.

“Hehhh… heh’ERRRSHHU!!” His teeth clenched tight as the tickle finally overtook his body, the droplets of spray mixing in with the water around as if just more droplets from the ocean. However he clearly was not done just yet, his nose continued to twitch and nostrils flared wildly, wide enough that any poor bypassing seagulls would be at risk of being sucked up by each desperate sniffle. He was left wrecked by the ruthlessness of this cold.

“Ceehhh heehh… come on… thihh this is reehhhh heeehh… riiihhh… ridiculous…” He grumbled, rubbing his already red and angry nose aggressively. As much as he despised sneezing, feeling as if he were becoming mortal, having an unbearable tickle that just wouldn't quit was even worse, it was stuck torturing him.

The mixture of both the biting cold air and the new found sensitivity to salt his nose had developed left Poseidon at the mercy of this tickle, left completely helpless. In this moment he was rather glad there was no one else around to see the pitiful state, the all mighty Poseidon brought to a hitching, squirming wreck by a mere case of the sniffles, oh how his brother would mock him. He would continue to scratch and itch at his flaring nose, desperate for any sort of relief, the tickle being neither big enough to sneeze nor small enough to peacefully ignore. The linger this hitching was going on the more the waves around seemed to crash upon the rock he had leaned against for support.

“Ceeehh heeeh come on… pleeehhhh heeehh.. haaahhh… hah’ERRSSHHUU! Ah’IRRSSHHUUUH! Guuhh… huuhhhh… ahhhh.. AH’IRSSHIUEWW!” Finally, Poseidon snapped forth with a double sneeze down into the water, splashing up to meet his face. This sudden collision caused the God to inhale some of the salty sea water resulting in a third sneeze leaving him panting softly and sniffling desperately from the mix of spray and sea water which was dripping off the tip of his nose.

It felt so humiliating but so good to finally get that tickle out, the tickle which had left him gasping and panting for a good few minutes. The worst part about this whole situation was this was only the beginning of this cold. It had just started to settle into his nose and with each passing sniff he could feel the congestion beginning to build, his nose starting to feel as if it was putting up walls of snot within to fight away anything which might want to infest his poor agitated nostrils.

With one final snivel Poseidon let him slowly sink back under the waves, rubbing at his nose as he did, even pinching it to stop the initial flood of water from triggering another desperate tickle. Settling down in the water he tore off some kelp which surrounded him and wiped at his nose with little effect, this cold was in for the long haul and wasn’t going to be backing down anytime soon…

Alternate ending -

“Ceeehh heeeh come on… pleeehhhh heeehh.. haaahhh… hah’ERRSSHHUU! Ah’IRRSSHHUUUH! Guuhh… huuhhhh… ahhhh.. AH’IRSSHIUEWW!” Poseidon unleashed the wave of sneezes, each one rocking his body as if it were a fragile boat in the wake of a storm. With the combination of aggressive sneezes and being in his giant form the rocks gave in causing the God to follow suit and collapse into the water. He could practically feel his cheeks heating up and just hoped that there was no one watching down upon him or he would simply never live it down.

Accepting his situation he chose to settle down under the waves, hoping to find some peace. This was of course after another flurry of sneezes which seemed to be fighting against the wall of congestion that was slowly building in his nose, wanting to be pushed out. The seas around were becoming treacherous and it looked like a storm would soon be closing in on any surroundings which were in the path of the ailing God. All he could do was wait this out.

Much to Poseidon's dismay he eventually gave in and settled himself around the debris caused by his earlier incident, at least if he remained underwater no one else could see him in such a state so that was the plan. The sickly God managed to tuck himself under the waves, rubbing his ever itchy nose and somewhat relax, hoping, praying this cold would be over soon.

[whumpusgumpus]

GUYS!!! Formally meet my DND OC Konr/ad. featuring SNZCANONS🌸 I played him in my group’s previous campaign and am still playing him, but this is specifically abt his previous self cus he’s a lot diff now:)

🛡️Here r some basics before I get to the snz stuff

Mercenary fighter (battle master)

Lawful neutral

Human

Gender: male (he/him) Age: 26 Wt.:230lbs Ht: 6’

Stats: lvl5: Strength(20)>Dexterity>Wisdom>Charisma>Intelligence>Constitution(9)

Konr/ad's earliest memories are of relentless training in his mother’s yard, driven by Odilia's harsh determination to mold him into a strong and capable individual. Despite his frail health and constant exhaustion, Konr/ad endured grueling physical labor and rigorous training, pushing himself beyond his limits to meet her expectations. As Odilia's fortunes improved, she sought to provide Konr/ad with a better life, enrolling him in an academy where he struggled to fit in among the wealthy students. After being expelled for defending a friend, Konr/ad continued his physical training and took on work to support himself and his ailing mother. Following Odilia's sudden death, Konr/ad's grief led him to alcoholism and bar fights, where his formidable strength caught the attention of the Wings of Resolve mercenary guild. Joining the guild, Konr/ad quickly became a standout member, his incredible strength and resilience making him a key asset, though he remained unaware of the extent of his abilities and was often exploited by the guild leaders for their own gain. In this campaign, Konr/ad and a group of adventurers like himself fight a bloody war in the Feywild against impossible aberrants and save mankind, barely escaping with their lives.

Kk so now for the snz canons 😏

🛡️He’s immunocompromised, so he gets sick a LOT and gets hit HARD. When sick his sneezes sound more desperate, usually causing him to gasp before each one

🛡️He usually sneezes in singles because he gets a lot of fits. So they’re not actually singles, they’re just spaced out lol. When not having a fit it’s either singles or doubles.

🛡️His sneezes are surprisingly soft. It irritates him because no sneeze is truly satisfying.

🛡️His buildups look like this: he kinda just stares off into space with his lips slightly parted, then gasps.

🛡️His sneezes usually make no mess, and he covers with his fist. His buildups give him enough time to cover.

🛡️His eyes are bright teal so they’re sensitive, so the light definitely sets him off.

🛡️On a bad allergy day or when he’s sick he knows the mess is coming so he carries and handkerchief.

🛡️He has a very sensitive nose, especially cus it’s broken. He always has tho. Just rubbing his nostril the wrong way can cause him to sneeze or hitch.

🛡️He has mean seasonal allergies and sneezes so much sometimes to the point he gets comments on it. Ex. “You’re running out of bless yous”, “are you still going?” Etc.

🛡️He has fits almost every early morning in the spring, and scattered throughout the days during other seasons.

K that’s a lot super sorry but thank u for reading and I hope y’all enjoyed :)

[al3xrosier]

Unexpected Company - Part 1

Fandom: The R/ings of P/ower Pairing: E/lrond P/eredhel, D/urin IV. - friendship for now Summary: D/urin has never met an Elf before. And now - after getting saved from a bunch of hills trolls - he's locked in a dusty house with one. A strange one, mind you, as the Elf, E/lrond, won't stop with his strange, annoying noises, which are unfamiliar to D/urin.

Durin has never met an Elf before. He, like every other Dwarf, was told stories about Elves being weird and interesting, creatures others should not interact with because they didn’t interact with others either. All his life, Durin thought Elves were distant and thought more about themself than they should have. 

Probably this was the case for some of them, but as Durin was watching the - not even that tall - Elf standing in front of him, smiling at him with concern in his eyes, the Dwarf prince could hardly believe anything that he heard from his father was true. This particular Elf looked so much more different than Durin imagined - not like he didn’t look pretty. Still, Durin always thought Elves were ethereal beauties, with glowing eyes, sharp, pointy ears, and judgemental stares.

“Are you okay?” Asked the Elf quietly. His voice was just like his face - pretty, but a little bit rough, like his throat was hurting, or like someone who didn’t speak for a long time. “You just keep staring at me like you have never seen an Elf before.” Said the stranger.

Durin almost laughed, but he didn’t say anything, just continued to stare at the Elf. The stranger had curly, dark brown, nearly black hair, eyes that looked like the most beautiful gray orb, and a shy smile on his lips. His cheeks were a little flushed like he was embarrassed, but Durin didn’t really blame him - after all, he kept staring at his slim form half hidden by his dark turquoise-gold cloak.

“You’re welcome,” said the Elf finally after a quiet cough, which made Durin shake himself to look at the stranger.

“What do ya mean you’re welcome?” Asked Durin, then looked behind himself, where lay three dead trolls. Oh, yeah, he was so busy staring at the Elf that he almost forgot about how they met… “Ya didn’t save me, I was handling the situation perfectly” added the Dwarf, and the Elf laughed.

“Of course, I can see that” smiled the stranger. “My name is Elrond” He offered, still smiling.

Durin was close to telling him to leave him alone, to go to hell or something, but the Dwarf couldn’t help himself, and also flashed a quick smile towards the Elf - Elrond, as he called himself.

“Durin,” He said.

***

It was quiet. Durin was sitting next to the fireplace that Elrond successfully got working, and stared out of the window. After their quick introduction, the Elf offered Durin a shelter next to the woods. According to Elrond, it was once built by humans, but now Elves use it sometimes when it is needed.

“We don’t really come here, so it’s quite… dusty” added Elrond. He was watching Durin from next to the fireplace. The rain was still hitting against the window, and the dark was sometimes broken by lighting that followed the occasional thunder. It was a huge storm outside.

“Aye” nodded Durin, looking around. He was still hesitant about talking to the Elf, after all, he didn’t even know him. But he looked kind. Nice, even. “Dwarves don't really care about dir…”

“He’gnxt” 

Durin froze, then turned around to look at Elrond. For a moment he was confused and reached for his axe hearing the unfamiliar noise, something he had never heard before. But it came from Elrond, undoubtedly, because as Durin looked at him, he repeated the same strange noise. This time, it sounded a little bit different.

“Heh… he’gnxts”

The Dwarf stared at the Elf. Elrond’s fair face looked a little confused, he was looking towards the fire, with cloudy eyes, lips half parted. His nose wriggled, like he was smelling something uncomfortable, then he took a sharp inhale, and squeezed his eyes shut. He ducked his face in his left elbow, and then…

“Heh’gnxht… h’ETSHIEW” 

Durin jumped at the second sound, because while the first… well, three times the noises coming from the Elf were quiet, the fourth was quite loud, which gave a Dwarf a little scare. 

“Excuse me,” said Elrond quietly, and his face was now definitely flushed from embarrassment. 

“Excuse… what exactly?” asked Durin, confused, looking at the Elf. “What the hell are those… Please tell me you’re not dying or something like that” he added, raising his eyebrows.

“No, I’m merely just… he’ghnxt” he ducked again, shaking his head a little annoyed this time. “Bothered by the dust” he added, face still behind his left hand. Meanwhile, with his right, he was looking for something in his cloak, then pulled out a white cloth thing. “Heh… heh”gnxnt”ghxnt… arghh."

Well, at least Durin definitely recognized the noise of frustration, even if he still had no idea what was happening. The last two... something scared a little but Durin, because it sounded like the Elf didn't even have time to breathe between them.

Elrond threw an apologetic glance towards the Dwarf from behind his hand, then he turned, so Durin only saw his back. And then he… blew in the cloth with his… nose?

Durin shook his head. Elves were certainly… curious creatures. He just hoped that it wasn’t some magic that Elrond was doing.

“Excuse me.” Elrond turned back. His eyes were still a little cloudy and red, as well as the skin around his nose, but at least he stopped with those strange noises. “I won’t sneeze this much once I get more used to the dust, bu… but… he”gnxgt… sorry… As I said, once I get more used to the dueh… heh’TSHIEW… I give up.” Elrond shook his head, then turned around again to blow his nose into the cloth.

“Quit apologizing!” Snapped Durin, who was more frustrated about not understanding something than Elrond apologizing. “Instead, tell me what the hell are you doing, would you?” He asked, still eyeing the Elf with suspicion. 

It was Elrond’s time to be confused. He turned back towards Durin, the cloth still in his hands, holding it over his nose. His eyes grew wide, and then he ducked again, but this time he was silent - his eyes squeezed shut again - like he was in pain -, and he jerked forward from some kind of force, but he didn’t give a single noise.

“Durin, you’re telling me that you have no idea what a sneeze is?” He asked, confused, tears in his eyes.

[clovesnz]

Here is the bus story I mentioned in my pole! I'm not quite as confident in this one since it isn't as..well..rampantly steamy as the last bit of writing I posted was, but I hope you still find it enjoyable! I'm still not quite sure about the ending, so lmk what you think. Once again I am new at this so please be gentle lol

Description: snzy meet-cute on the bus during the height of allergy season. Mentions of mess, stifling, embarrassment, a bit of stuffy talk, and blue surgical masks as makeshift tissues.

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The woman sitting in front of me just…keeps sneezing 

God she just won’t stop. I was sitting with my legs propped up against her seat when she started, and I can feel it move every time she bends over.

It’s kind like of a “heEEhshiew” sort of sound, but than every once in a while it’s like she decides she’s going to get it under control and stifle it, which results in a snotty squelching sound and then even louder sneezes afterwords. So I don’t know why she keeps doing it. In an act of self preservation I sit up straight so that my knees are no longer against her chair. She keeps catching the sneezes with her open hand, and then looking up and closing her eyes as she pinches and rubs her nose. She clearly doesn’t have a handkerchief, and I watch in aw as she brings her hand into sleeve and blows her nose right on the cuff of it. I see a glimpse of the shining snot dripping from it as she lowers her hand to wipe the sleeve on the edge of her pants. 

Someone was blessing her when she started but they got off a few stops ago, and everyone else has lost interest. 

Well besides me. I don’t realize how much I’m staring until she glances back self consciously and sees me, and with another swipe at her nose and a thick sniffle and cringes “sorry, I promise I’m not sick, just ah..allergIEXZ! -”

Startled, I smile awkwardly. God, her nose is so perfect. It’s long and slightly rounded, with dainty nostrils that are twitching and stingingly red. “Oh! No," I hurry, "it’s okay, your fine!” I feel my cheeks warm. That was a stupid thing to say, I mean clearly she’s not fine. She’s already turned back, but I hear myself say “or, I mean- are you?”

Before she can answer she’s overcome by another sneeze, one hand on the back of her seat and the other unabashedly receiving the aftermath. “HHhheeESHIEW!!!!” *snifflle* she looks up, “huh?”

I try not to stare as she wipes her nose down half the length of her forearm in a desperate attempt to keep it’s contents off her face. 

“Um, are you okay?” 

*snurfff* “yeah I just can’t - HEH - can’t get my ndose to c - calm down and I don’t h-hhhheeeEEETCHIEWW, *snxggg* , ack sorry. Umb, I dond’t have endythig to blow mby ndose with cause a forgot mby…a - a - a - aATTCHEIW!! *snxgxs* *snfff * my stupid bag that had mby tissues in it.”

She continues to work at her nose with the back of her hand, and trying not to continue staring, I look around the bus instead for anything that might help. There aren’t a lot of passengers left, and the driver only has hand sanitizer, no tissues. I would offer the sweater I took off earlier, but that would come across…yeah, we’re not doing that. But then my eyes meet the little box of blue masks that they keep next to the first row of seats. That…maybe that could work.

I ask, “Do you want me to try and find you something?” I feel a little uncomfortable engaging with the situation so much, but hey, even if it’s being earned for slightly unorthodox reasons, at least my attention might get the poor girl some help.

She laughs a little nervously, “oh my god, *sngx*, I don’t want to bother people more than I already am”

Gosh, the poor thing. She’s letting out soupy sniffles with every other word. 

“Hold on a sec” I say to her, and I walk to the front of the bus and grab a handful of the blue surgical masks from the little box they have hanging. The mandate on busses has been long gone, they must just keep them around on principal now. As I walk back I take one of them out of them out of its plastic wrapper, handing it it to her when I reach her and setting the rest of the masks on the empty seat next to her.

“Think you could use this?” She looks at it with confusion for a fraction of a second, before noticing the others I brought and registering that I am in fact suggesting she use them like tissues. She laughs, “oh! yeah, that…that could work, *snnngkxx*, I never would have thought of that,” she says as she takes the mask from me, “thankgs.” She pulls open the folds so that she has more area to work with, and than presses it to her face and lets out a gurgling, bubbling blow that turns to honking at the end as she works each nostril. I sit back in my seat behind her and try not to shift, awkwardly.

She folds the mask neatly in half, and to my amazement slips it over her wrist, like a little snot filled handbag. Then she unwraps the next one, still sniffling and sneezing despite the impressive blow. I watch as she unwraps one after the other, filling each with spittle and snot as she sneezes and sneezes and blows and sneezes into each one. My stop is announced and I pull the stop signal, and she looks back at me for a second with a very itchy smile and says “oh hey, that’s mby stop too.” “Oh nice!” I respond, and stand up to swing my backpack over my shoulder. I wasn’t planning on trying to talk to her more. She’s dealing with shit and I would probably be too nervous to make coherent conversation. But now she’s trying to gather all the clear plastic wrappers off of the seat where she’d dropped them, and her hands are already full with snot-filled masks, and she still has a bag on the other side of her that she’ll need to somehow to carry out. And the poor thing is still bending forward to sneeze every few seconds. So in spite of myself, I turn back to her and ask “hey uh, do you want me to get your bag for you?” “TttttchIEW!!” she looks down at her trash-filled hands, and then reaches the back of one of them up to her nose. “Oh! Uhm, yeah sure.” Her face is already red, but I could swear she blushes just a little as she steps back to let me grasp the bag from off of her seat. To the panging of my heart she still thanks the buss driver between sniffles, and he gives her a sympathizing look as we step off of the bus and into the afternoon air. 

It’s a beautiful, sunny day, and only just getting a little chilly with a soft breeze that’s started up since I got on the bus. But it is also the cusp of spring, and any doubts I had about what exactly this woman is allergic to are blown away by the tremendous sneeze she lets out the moment she steps off the bus and into the spring air.

"HHhhhEEYAATCHIEWW!!!"

The froce of it almost knocks her over, and she manages to let some of the plastic wrappers flutter down around her and onto the sidewalk. Before she has time to pick them up she is hit with the most desperate, breathless fit a sneezes I have possibly witnesses. She is doubled over, still clutching one of the soaked-through masks to her nose, and just letting out one after another after another.

"HAATCHIEWW!!-eeTChiew! hhiiiiETCHIEW! ETCHIEW! ETCHIEW! ETCHIEW! ETs-eeATSCHIEW - ETCHIEW - ETChew - eeEchIEW!!!  HIIIeeeeeeeeETCHIEWWW!!! TSHIEWWW!!! TTTSSSHIEWW!!!"

The wrappers flutter in the breeze a little and I realize someone has to pick them up or they'll fly away. I scurry over and on my knees, start to pick them up. She has break enough to notice, and tries to muster an apology 

"I'mb sorry I - I - tttssssSHEW! I - TtsssSHIEW!! I - TTSHIEW! I - fuck - HATCHHHEWWW!! ESHIU! ESHHHHU!" 

She bends over again, apparently too overcome to continue to protest or apologize at my helping. I stuff the wad of plastic into the bus stop garbage, and then turn back to her. I'm still holding her bag. I kind of feel bad just handing it to her and walking away while she's in this state, so instead I just kind of...stand there. And watch. And it makes me blush so hard that when she finally gets a chance to catch her breath, she looks over at me and says "a god, I'm sorry, you look so cold standing there."

Someone who is this much of a sweetheart does not deserve such hellish allergies, I think, and I step over and hold out the bag. "you gonna be okay?" She laughs a little, "oh, yeah. *snf,* I'm used to it. I ndow it seems kinda freakish. but it kinda happens every year." 

"I don't think it's freakish",' I say, (I think it's cute, I fail add.) 

Now that she has a chance, she really looks at me. I just stand there, letting her, and she tilts her head and puts on kind of a thoughtful expression and shakes her head a little and says "you know, you are so cute."

Before I have time to figure out how on earth to handle this information, that this cute incredibly sneezy woman thinks I'm also cute, she gives the poor mask an incredibly enthusiastic blow, grabs my hand in both of hers and says "thank you so much, it was fun meeting you, genuinely," slips something made of paper into my hand, and strides down the street, still rubbing at her nose and sniffling profusely. 

I look down at the paper. It's a business card - she must keep them in her pocket or something. I've run into people before who carry business cards with their contact info, but it's not something you see a lot, and the fact that she is one of those people is...somehow incredibly endearing. It has a picture of her, and her name, which is Devin, and her email, phone, and instagram handle. On the back it has a doodle of a cat bopping a star on a string.

I glance back up where she was walking, but she's already turned the corner out of sight.

Slowly, I step over to the trash can again. I mean what would I even say to her, we barely talked? Just having it is going to give me anxiety, feeling like I should have reached out.

But something makes me stop before I actually throw it in. I look at the picture of her. And it must be something about the way her eyes glinted when she told me I looked cold, or the way she...didn't even try to take her bag back from me until I shoved it in her face, or the way she squeezed my hand and said "genuinely." I just can't bring myself to toss it. Instead, I slip it behind the cards in my wallet. I don't have to do anything with it. I can ignore it and just savor the memory of our meeting and never even give the card a second thought.

But, you know...maybe. 

There is something exciting about maybe.

[vikalynnssnzblog]

Ok maybe I’ve been kiiiind of inspired by @just-a-nervous-bean and a few others on this site to actually draw my prince boy in my cartoon way now that I’ve been drawing consistently for a year…

Who knows I may just make a story for this one oAo but yeah I also thought I’d introduce Ori and hellebore as well as actual snz for judethea. Also some random nose studies? Yes plz. I just love the idea that this prince is kind of a diva and then gets taken out while he has to go about his duties, trying to hide his cold so he can do a ball or something, sooooo lmaooo idk I may write it still

[courage-in-immensity]

The aftermath of Dan's methods of punishing Clay, aka fluffy Clinn sickfic.

[accidentalmistress]

I wanted to try and write an excerpt of your characters as practice since I'm trying to write stories of my own and want to know if it's any good a little constructive criticism 😅😖

Orion sneezes loudly, and his tail starts moving wildly. It whips back and forth in the air, as Orion sneezes and his nose runs like a tap. He puts his hands over his nose and mouth, trying to stop the sneezes, but they just keep coming and coming, as well as the runny nose. Orion is trying to be quiet for Noelle, but his sneezes are just too loud, and his hands cannot hold all the snot in them.

First I want to say that I am so flattered that you want to write about my characters, anon! One of my biggest goals as a writer is to have people like my characters enough to make fan works of them, so thank you for making that happen!

As for constructive criticism (*puts on editor hat*):

This is perfectly fine as a first draft! The action is clear, it makes sense, and there aren't any major grammatical errors. There's some really evocative imagery as well, and overall it's a good scene.

I am going to give two pieces of advice, and this is just general writing advice that can be used for any creative writing.

(I apologize if any of this comes off as condescending. I really don't mean it that way! I just like talking about the craft of writing, and these are things that I, myself, had to learn to become a better writer.)

1) Unpack the adverbs.

In general, adverbs are -ly words, and some people in the writing sphere say that writers shouldn't use them at all. I think that's BS. In my opinion, adverbs are fine as long as they're used sparingly, like a seasoning. So what I mean by "unpacking" is to replace adverbs with more descriptive text. This is also known as "show, don't tell." As in, don't tell the reader what happens, show them what happens.

Let's take the opening sentence as an example:

"Oraion sneezes loudly, and his tail starts moving wildly."

There are two adverbs here: "loudly" and "wildly." How can we unpack those adverbs? How can we show that the sneeze is loud without telling the reader it's loud? A loud sound might echo, or you could compare it to another loud sound, like thunder. You could even combine the two:

"Oraion unleashes a thunderous sneeze that echoes throughout Noelle's tower. The force sends his tail swinging in a wild arc, like it has a mind of its own, and a stack of books clatters to the floor."

By using the comparison of saying his tail seems to have a mind of its own, as well as the imagery of the stack of books falling, we can also convey that wild motion without simply saying it moves wildly.

2) Incorporate feeling/emotion.

What's going on in Oraion's head while this is happening? He's trying to be quiet for Noelle, which is great as a motivation, but why? Is she sleeping? Is she working on some fiddly piece of magic that might go wrong if she's distracted? (One of the upcoming fics actually incorporates that concept!) It helps the reader get invested if they know why it's important to him.

How else can we add emotion? One way is to use more emotional language. (Literally when I am writing and editing, I almost always have a tab open to a thesaurus to provide better words than my brain can.) In the phrase "trying to stop the sneezes" the word "trying" could be replaced with something like "desperate." He's not just trying, he's desperate. It gives a glimpse into what he's feeling and also ratchets up the tension.

When he can't stop or control the volume, is he embarrassed? Frustrated? Alarmed? He could blush or scowl or swear to give the reader an idea of how he's reacting to all of this. Does he get grossed out by the mess in his hands? Also, how does it feel to him, literally? Does the tickle in his sinuses burn? Is it feathery? Is the mess he's holding warm? Slick? Using language that engages the five senses makes for more evocative writing.

Writing is a skill, and skills take time and work to develop. I mean, even now I still write some hot garbage that needs heavy editing afterwards. The best things you can do to be a better writer are to keep reading and keep writing.

Thank you for the ask, and happy writing!

[twitchyitchy]

I'm in the mood (as always ) for some wlw snz content. If I had any skill, I would write my own. I just might. Tbh.

[hehkshew]

Too Tipsy To Top (H/azbin H/otel) A/ngel D/ust x A/lastor [1800 Words]

Just a wholesome little word dump of fluff where A/ngel and A/lastor getting back after a heavy night of drinking. A/ngel's struggling to take off his makeup and A/lastor does his begrudging duty to help take it off, but things get a little messy.

The night had certainly been eventful. Hours after hours of constant drinking, far too many tumbles and just enough confrontations for the two to finally call it in for a night.

Angel stumbling as Alastor helpfully pushed open the door to their room, his Darling spider giggling like a maniac. Each step unsteady as a toddlers as Alastor followed closely behind. It has certainly been tiring, and had no better plans in mind than to head to bed.

But first, he had to deal with this whole situation. Shrugging his shoulders as he started to slip off his coat, sloppily draping it over the back of Angels overly-dramatic pink chair. Angel not even taking off his boots as he flopped onto their bed.

Alastor rolling his eyes as he yanked Angel’s leg, using one hand as he pulled one of the boots off, Angel using what little coordination he had to kick the other one off. The unfortunate result of far too many drinks with far too little time to breathe in between.

Angels makeup now utterly smudged from tears, laughter and sweat and definitely the unhelpfulness of rubbing at his face all night. What was once almost perfect a mere few hours ago, now ruined beyond unfixability.

No amount of setting powders would’ve been enough to preserve it. But now, it was time for bed, so his makeup didn’t need fixing. What it needed, was removal.

As Alastor watched Angel fumble for his phone three times and eventually end up dropping it, Alastor realised that he would in-fact, likely be the one to initiate in its removal.

Sighing as he loomed over his darling husband, glancing down at him exasperatedly. Both hands on his hip in mock judgment, “My Dear,” He began, not failing to hide the amusement in his tone. A slight grin as he tilted his head down. “You’ve truly outdone yourself this time.”

Angel only snickered at that, rolling onto his back so he could gazedly stare at Alastor, “Cmonnnn, Babe! Stop being such a… Such a buzzkill.” He huffed, as if he’d been being bugged all night. (He hadn’t.)

“You need to learn to uh… Y’know, live a little! Or uh…” Humming in thought as he tried to think of the Hell equivalent. “Or maybe die a little…?” Amusedly rolling on the bed once again, nearly falling off as Alastor leaned forward to gently push him back.

“Outstanding.” Angel pretending to ignore the teasing glare he was receiving.

Angel sniffled, rubbing at his face again, something he’d been doing all night. “Aww, c’mon, don’t be mad at me Bambi… You’re just envious because I’m prettier than you when I’m all hammered.”

Alastor huffed again, reaching over to Angel’s vanity table as he grabbed one of his wet-wipes, “I’m not envious of you, and sure as Hell not of the bottle of champagne you demolished, but I certainly do pity it.”

Angel grinned sleepily, his expression changing as he faltered with a sniffle, blinking blankly as his nose scrunched, mouth opening as he sniffled.

“Angel–”

“Hh’Hihkshew! Hihhkpkshew!”

Sneezing twice as he directed it at his chest, a wet sniffle after with a muffled groan.

“Goodness, bless you.” Alastor muttered, leaning back a smidge from the spray zone as he adjusted his position seated on the bed, leaning closer as he started to run the wet-wipe under Angel’s eyes, starting on the running mascara. “If you’re going to be doing that please at least cover your mouth.”

Angel gave a light snicker, sniffling again as he tilted his head back so that Alastor could wipe at his face better. His face covered with a drunken flush, red spreading across his cheeks. “Cmon, you don’t gotta be such a germaphobe. Ain’t nothing I’ve ever got you ain’t caught before.”

“Yes, yes. I’m aware, sickness and in health. But you aren’t sick, just temporarily… Intoxicated. Anywho, that’s hardly besides the point. It’s the principal of the matter.”

“Principal of the what now?” Angel mumbled, sniffling again as he leaned back fully, flopping back into the pillows. Alastor giving a huff as he grabbed Angels collar to pull him back up again.

“Quit leaning back, I’m trying to help you. At least let me take your makeup off before you pass out.”

Angel snorted, half-assedly leaning into Alastor as he sat up, head dropping down as he got it tilted up again, muttering into his chest. “You’re so mean to me.”

“Truely.” Sarcasm dripping.

Angel silent once again as he sniffled, blinking dazedly.  “Hhhh..”

“Angel.” Alastor warned again, wiping at Angel’s face.

“Shhh.” He whispered, raising a finger as he pressed it against Alastor’s lips, “Shhh, I’m fine.” He mumbled, licking his lips as he leaned back,pressing his palm up against his nose as he sniffled. “hih’ksSHhh!”

This time giving no time to react as he jerked his head forward, successfully spraying Alastors hand. 

“Ah-!” Alastor pulled back again, unsprayed hand against Angel’s chest to keep him upright, “Darling, cover your mouth.” He warned.

“Whoops… Sorry babe.” He snickered, hiccuping mid laugh as his eyes blinked watery. “Y’know… You’re so- Cute when you’re mad.”

Alastor gritted his teeth as he kept up the time, “You really do intend to just keep on testing my patience tonight, don’t you?” Running his thumb under Angel’s eyes, a gentle claw scratching off one of the particularly stubborn lumps of dried mascara. “Now hold still, if that’s something you’re still able to manage.”

He got a response in the form of a half-assed hum, grinning like a fool, “You’re so bossy, that’s why I married you.”

“Funny, I thought we married purely for the tax benefits?”

Alastor silently pouted, Alastor continuing amusedly, “I’d feel more pity if it weren’t for the fact you decided to spend tonight drowning yourself in alcohol. I shouldn’t have to be doing this, you know.”

“But then I wouldn’t get a cute deer taking care of me.”

“You’re not dying.”

Angel didn’t respond, glossy look in his eyes.

Alastor froze, squinting as he muttered. 

“Don’t you dare.”

“Hhh… Hhh…” Angel breathed, Alastor leaning back in precaution.

But nothing came. Angel slumping as he leaned his head further against Alastor’s chest, pressing against it. Alastor sighing as he tilted Angel’s head up so that he would look at him.

“All good?”

Angelnodding tiredly, Alastor humming in amusement as he got back to work. Reaching over as he grabbed a second wet wipe, the previous one having served its purpose. Gently running it over Angel’s eyelids, making him close his eyes, slightly twitching under his touch.

“You’re impossible.” He muttered, the unmissable hint of fondness clear in his tone.

Angel wheezing with small laughter as he sloppily gave an attempt at kissing Alastor’s cheek, one which Alastor leaned back from. “Love you…” He mumbled, “Even though you sound like you wanna kill me…”

Alastor barked a laugh at that, tucking a stubborn piece of Angel’s hair out of the way as he hummed, “And I suppose I tolerate you too, even if you’re being insufferable.” Reaching into his pocket as he grabbed for a handkerchief, “Blow.”

Angel sniffled as he obediently did so, sniffling afterwards as he drowsily grinned up at his husband. “Thaaaanks baby, you’re so good to me.” He slurred.

“Don’t mistake my tolerance for sweetness.” He replied dryly, his touch keeping gentle as he continued at working to remove the stubborn makeup. “Really, what on earth possess you to put this much on your face that it takes this much effort to get off?” He was mostly talking to himself at this point, “Surely you can’t do this even when you’re sober.”

Angel yawned sleepily as he blinked almost frog-eyed, huffing, “You know, you’re a real softie under all that spooky bastardness. Don’t think I don’t know it.”

“Oh, now is that so?” He mused.

“Yup!” He grinned toothily, poking at Alastor’s nose with his glove, who in return took ahold of his arm, pulling his silk glove off, doing the same with the other, “You’re a big ol’ buck who loves taking care of his stupid husband, admit it.”

Alastor chuckled lowly, “I’ll admit no such thing. Now close those pretty eyes of yours and sleep.”

“Rude,” Angel pouted, flopping backwards again as Alastor grabbed his collar, holding him up like a stray dog, giggling. “Wait you think ‘m pretty?” Alastor ignoring the question, working on keeping him alive in silence.

Angel hitching and before Alastor could react—-

“Hheh’ktshew!, Hhknkshh!”

“Angel!” Alastor snapped, letting go of Angel’s collar immediately as the spider dropped back onto the pillows, Alastor grimacing as he wiped a hand against his face, feeling how it was now damp from the unfortunate misfire.

But oh, Angel was in hysterics, drunkenly snickering so hard he had tears dripping down his face. Tears that would’ve no doubt made his mascara drip if Alastor hadn’t intervened in removing it. Cackling amusedly as his eyes watered.

“I’ve warned you enough times.” Alastor huffed, grabbing the pillow besides Angel’s head, holding it up as if he were about to smother him. Angel shrieking as he pulled back drunkenly, squirming away as he curled into himself tighter. Messily blocking his head as Alastor swung the pillow down hard. 

“Collateral Damage, babe!”

Shrieking again with a squeal of giggles as Alastor hit him again in the face with the pillow again, kicking shakily at his failed attempts to block it, stammering through the laughter.

“I’m sorry! I’m s-sorry! I swear.. Hh.. I didn’t-... Hhh…” Giggling as he sniffed, “I didn’t mean to.. to-”

Alastor quickly having learned, slamming the pillow in front of Angel’s face just in time.

“Hhh’hHHKSHhhh!”

“There,” Alastor said, removing the pillow from Angel’s face with a satisfied hum, “Crisis averted.”

Angel blinking up at him, sniffling with an annoyed eye-roll, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. “You’re so extra.”

“Perhaps, but don’t deny that you adore it.”

Angel crossing his arms with a sleepy grin Alastor gently lowering Angel down so that he was nuzzled against the unnecessary amount of pillows on the bed.

Angel weakly grabbing at Angel’s shirt, pulling him down so that he could lay next to him, eyes glazed as they were full of adoration.

“You’re my favourite, y’know that?”

Alastors grin softened, gently leaning as he pressed a kiss against Angel’s forehead, “And you my Dear, are my greatest challenge.”

“You love it.”

“Perhaps I do.” He admitted, head rested against Angels.

The room growing quieter, softer.

Quietly speaking as he muttered, “And you’re the most infuriatingly wonderful thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Angel’s eyes long fluttered shut, his breathing evening out as he’d finally drifted off. Alastor sighing in relief as he pulled the blanket over him, tucking him in carefully.

Alastor allowed himself to enjoy the silence, stroking Angel’s hair with careful fingers. “Sleep well, my dear,” He murdered.

Angel snored softly in response, and the night was perfect.

[dreamingroleplayer]

This might be very weird to say out loud but who cares you already know I'm insane

I've always been fascinated by the underlying reasons/appeals that brings someone to have a specific kink or fetish, and from what I've gathered a good deal of people here condier the snz stuff as a form of caring

-Or in general, the feeling of having someone in a distressed and helpless state, in this case because of a cold/allergy? That's the best way I can describe it and tbh I totally get it, but would LOVE to hear you guys' opinion on that!

Don't know how many are this view with me but, and I do say this seriously, I tend to see it as a kind of BDSM...? Not straight-up getting hurt, but in the case of sneezing more like the feeling of having something that's generally beautiful and alluring of someone (hair, flowers, perfumes etc) being capable of hurting his senses, make its way into someone's body and literally burn him from within, until the poor guy is a mess, left with his system broken and begging for relief or comfort. Fatefully attracted to that same person he is so sensitive to and suffering every time he gets a whiff of that intoxicating perfume or that silky hair grazes his nose.

I'm definitely NOT normal about this-

[an-unfamiliar-scent]

I wanted to draw something like this, but I was too lazy. This is not my art! This is a picrew.

Anyways, meet Dahlia!

She works at her local theatre, building and painting sets, as well as occasionally taking a part in plays. Around all this sawdust and fumes, her nose is always on high alert…but nothing too bad. Right?

Looking forward to writing with her!

[totallyabsolutelynormalblog]

Your SO scrambling to get to you and hug you before they succumb to the desperate itchy sneezing fit that's trying to take over their nose for the next few seconds (minutes), because they feel much better and more secure when you hold them tight as they sneeze into your chest and neck.

They just need the extra support, what with all the itchy sneezes and sniffles.

[clovesnz]

Okay so I have two bits of writing that have been in my drafts for months, and I’m stuck at home isolating because I was exposed to covid. Idk if enough people will see this for it to work, but…

Option 1: shorter, person on bus having an allergy attack and and making a scene, embarrassed snzfucker witnessing and wanting to help

Option 2: longer, more character focused and possibly overwritten, college setting with classic stuck-in-the-rain scenario and plenty of cozy (horny?) caretaking afterwards. Dual pov, both snzfuckers but don’t know abt the other yet 👀